The old you died under the weight. Leave the corpse on the bench.
Weakness does not leave because you understand it.
It leaves when you stop feeding it.
I do not hate failure. I hate the weakness.
The bar can break you. Weakness must be executed.
You were not born to be spared. You were born to resist mercy.
You must become….better.
You must Ascend
The floor is already waiting.
How much of you are you willing to kill to get there?